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School was hard.

Red Teddy had short arms so teacher couldn’t always see he was raising his paw. He was slow to finish tests because he had trouble holding a pencil. And memorizing ways to chase away nightmares is tough when you have a head full of cotton.

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I don’t know how long I’ve been here. A long time, I think. There are others. Some are desperately seeking escape, others are just wandering. If we worked together maybe we could find out way out. We could scale the walls or dig under them. But when I try to speak nothing comes out.

When I see the sign I’m ecstatic! I point it out to the others but they can’t see it. I feel bad leaving them, but I can’t stay.

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The regular mailbox is at the front of the house. That’s the one with all the bills and junk mail. These boxes are different.

There’s one for good news, one for bad, and one for thank yous. The largest box is for advice. As you can imagine, it’s always full. The very smallest of boxes is for love.

I complain to my mother that nothing is ever in it. She said you can’t receive what you don’t send. I point out that I never send advice and but that box is always full. She just smiles and shakes her head.

It takes me a few days, but eventually I relent. I hope we have enough stamps.

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The city is crowded. There’s a lot of angry energy floating around. People can’t relax.

“It’s better than yoga!”
“It’s better than meditation!”

It’s a cleanse, really. A washing away of all your negative thoughts, the ones that refused to leave you. You walk into it’s centre, stand in the middle of the light, and when you walk away you’re happy. At peace. The energy it generates is just a happy coincidence. A byproduct.

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Cupid lost his keys.

Everyone thinks he uses arrows but that’s not true. “A heart,” he says “Is a door with many locks. Vulnerability, trust, friendship, they each have to be unlocked at a certain time.” Each person, therefore, needs many keys.

How he loses so many keys at once I really don’t know. I’ll have to keep a better eye on him.